After Mo Yao helped Ci Song leave, Master and Ning Ping'an turned to stare at the Golden Bridge in the sky and chatted, "Now that the other three academies have arrived, when will you students from Yan Sheng Academy arrive?"
"They are already on the way and will arrive at Youshi." Ning Pingping replied.
The master chuckled lightly, then turned to look at Ning Ping'an, and said, "I'm still looking forward to how far this boy Bai Ye can grow under Yan Zheng's guidance. After all, the last time I saw him was ten years ago. .”
But Ning Ping'an shook his head and said, "Bai Ye is trapped by love and has too many obsessions in his heart. I'm afraid he won't be able to pass this heart-searching test."
The Master smiled and said, "What is the meaning of the word love? Even Confucius did not give a perfect answer."
"How can this white night be solved? The relationship between him and that girl is destined to be a bad relationship." "Who can say for sure about the things in this world?" The master sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the interior of the school, " Now that the four houses have gathered together, let me take you to meet the leaders of the other three houses."
On the other side, Ci Song, with the support of Mo Yao, returned to his residence on the mountain. Yes, it was Mo Yao's room. He was half lying on Mo Yao's bed, all the while digesting the memory of "Ci Song" , To be honest, this is a huge problem for Ci Song himself. After all, there is an extra memory in his mind out of thin air, and it is impossible to say that it will not be affected.
"It turns out that the inexplicable anger in my heart was caused by the remnant soul of Ci Song. Because he couldn't stand others insulting his father, Ci Qi Bai, so he forcibly consumed part of his soul, disturbed my mind, and made me act impulsively. . From this point of view, Ci Song can be regarded as a filial son."
Ci Song murmured twice in his heart. At the same time, the sound of the guzheng came from the room. The sound was like gurgling water, clear and melodious, like a mountain stream, gentle and passionate, and like the murmur in a dream, which made people intoxicated. As the guzheng played, Ci Song felt a sense of peace in his heart, and all those troublesome things seemed to be forgotten.
Mo Yao was sitting in the middle of the room, dressed in red like fire and sun, elegant and refined. There was also a faint brilliance flowing in her bright eyes, like stars twinkling, reflecting every tiny world.
In the following time, Ci Song stayed with Mo Yao, listening to her playing the guzheng and feeling the dream-like melody. Ci Song's state of mind gradually calmed down, and his anger and obsession were at the same time. Dissipate bit by bit.
When it was getting dark, the two of them went to the school restaurant. When they passed the school square on the way, Ci Song saw familiar figures. They were wearing pure white Confucian robes, except for the gold thread on the cuffs as decoration. Except for this, there are no other patterns.
"Senior Brother Bai Ye and the others are here too?"
Ci Song looked at the square and saw Bai Ye and a group of students from Yan Sheng Academy sitting cross-legged and resting with their eyes closed. The students from other academies had already dispersed. At this time, the Jinqiao was already filled with people. Figures, these are other students who have passed the Heart-Questioning Trial.
On the other side of the Golden Bridge, there were only seventy-two figures left. They should all be students from Yan Sheng Academy participating in the Five Academy Tea Party.
"Bai Ye, it took me an hour to complete the Heart-Questioning Test. It depends on how long it takes you to pass the Heart-Questioning Mirror test."
Duanmu Qingcang, who was wearing a blue Confucian robe, pulled a chair from nowhere and sat not far from the square. There was a table next to him, which was filled with delicacies.
"Senior Brother Qingcang, is this Bai Ye very strong? You actually value this person so much?"
Zhang Wuyan sat on the other side of the table and asked his senior brother curiously.
"That's natural. Master once said that Bai Ye's talent is almost crazy. He is the most talented person of my generation." Duanmu Qingcang replied.
Hearing this, Zhang Wuyan became even more confused, "His talent is so high, why would he join Yan Sheng Academy? Isn't Kong Sheng Academy a better choice?"
"He took the initiative to choose Yan Sheng Academy for no other reason than for his first wife."
Duanmu Qingcang casually picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. His eyes looked at Bai Ye with a bit of fanaticism.
"Brother Ci Song, everyone from your academy is here." Mo Yao reminded Ci Song.
"I saw it. I hope they can pass the heart-asking test as soon as possible."
Ci Song didn't pay too much attention. After all, in his opinion, the test that he could pass so easily must not be difficult for his senior brothers.
Just after Ci Song and Mo Yao left, the students of Yan Sheng Academy opened their eyes one after another. On the Golden Bridge not far away, figures stood there, like pines and cypresses in the world, tenacious and unyielding. .
"Senior Brother Qingcang, the fastest person in Yansheng Academy to pass the Heart-Questioning Trial actually spent a full two hours." Zhang Wuyan stood in the square, looking in the direction of Jinqiao, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"I saw it." Duanmu Qingcang replied calmly and stopped talking. Only his frown revealed the confusion in his heart.
"Why is Bai Ye still in the trial?" Duanmu Qingcang was very puzzled, as if he was searching for something.
"Maybe he was confused by the difficult questions in the mirror." Zhang Wuyan guessed.
"The relationship between him and that girl is destined to be a bad one." Duanmu Qingcang stood up and looked at the figure on the golden bridge in the distance, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Soon, all seventy-one students from Yan Sheng Academy passed the Qinxin test without exception, leaving Bai Ye alone in the square still struggling to hold on.
At this time, the sky was completely shrouded in darkness, and the crowd in the square had basically dispersed, except for the seventy-one students from Yan Sheng Academy, Dongfang Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan.
"Three hours have passed. Why hasn't Bai Ye passed the trial? Is there something unexpected?"
Duanmu Qingcang looked at the only remaining shadow on the other side of the Golden Bridge. The light emitted from the words above the shadow's head was bright and dim, just like a candle flickering in the dark night, which could be extinguished at any time.
"I gonna go see."
Just when Duanmu Qingcang was about to stand up and rush towards Jinqiao, a figure stopped him.
"Husband...husband?!"
After Duanmu Qingcang saw the person clearly, he quickly saluted him.
"I know you are worried about Bai Ye's safety, but you can rest assured that the mirror will not hurt anyone."
The Master looked at the white night shadow on the other side of the Golden Bridge and explained to Duanmu Qingcang: "As long as he passes this conscience test, his knot in his heart will be resolved and he will truly have no distractions and a clear conscience."
"Master, Bai Ye, he..." Duanmu Qingcang hesitated, as if there was something unspeakable.
"Don't worry, there will be no problem with Bai Ye. This is a test he must go through." Master replied.
"Master, since you said so, let's wait in peace."
Duanmu Qingcang put aside his worries and sat back at the table, followed closely by Zhang Wuyan.
On the Golden Bridge at this time, Bai Ye's shadow was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. He still maintained his previous posture, mumbling words, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
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